My dog is dying.
I learned on May 13th of this year that my dog, Dillon, a 5 ½ year old Doberman had cardiomyopathy. The cardiopulmonary specialist told me that, in their experience, he had from one week to 3 months to live. It’s now been almost seven months, and I can tell the end is near.
The grief, the death, the anger, the loss, take much of the joy out of life.
I have made the best life I can for him, from the very first day. And I have appreciated him more than many people could ever know.
The time is near. Six years is just too soon for any dog to die.
Goodbyes have been said before, but yet again, I now find myself saying them. Not wishing to be true.
He has been a good friend, and family member.
I learned on May 13th of this year that my dog, Dillon, a 5 ½ year old Doberman had cardiomyopathy. The cardiopulmonary specialist told me that, in their experience, he had from one week to 3 months to live. It’s now been almost seven months, and I can tell the end is near.
The grief, the death, the anger, the loss, take much of the joy out of life.
I have made the best life I can for him, from the very first day. And I have appreciated him more than many people could ever know.
The time is near. Six years is just too soon for any dog to die.
Goodbyes have been said before, but yet again, I now find myself saying them. Not wishing to be true.
He has been a good friend, and family member.
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